Woy, blue water in my blood (If I had legs, I'd get up and move) Woy, this border in my blood (If I had arms, I might put up a fight) Woy, broken shackle in my blood Woy, occupation in my blood And the long black guns And here the slave traders come With their long black ships And here the missionaries come With their long black robes And here the sacred side comes On the hills with their drums And here the soldiers' soldiers come With their long black guns (Legs) Who's got their hands on the long black guns? (Arms) Who's got their backs to the long black guns? (Legs) Who's got their tongues in the sweet, dark rum? (Arms) Who's got their backs to the long black guns?